Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat (or Lick, Pussy! Lick! Lick!) No one ever believes my story. But, hey! Who cares? I'm content to enjoy the memory myself. 'Twas my third year in Phi Beta Kappa, the days when Big Daddy ruled the House. Big Daddy? He really doesn't need any description. It's suffice to say that he lived to perfect the fraternity stereotype. H...
The marriage of Jeanne and Don had happened only seven years ago, but as seniors, they had not forgotten the playfulness of young love as they "courted.". Both had been married before, one spouse developed ovarian cancer, the other had a terminal heart problem, so the excitement sexual passion had been placed on a back burner during those years as they cared...
Note: This is a sequel to my earlier "Theory and Practise". You don't have to have read that, but if you're going to, you may want to read it first. * I was in bed with Nina when the phone rang. That wasn't the plan, I should say; after all, I was expecting the call. But when Nina showed up in one of her bouncy moods and announced that she'd been reading...
As he moved across the room, Rick Yeats wondered what he had gotten himself into. Here he was, hundreds of miles from home, getting ready to meet a woman that he had only talked to through e-mail. What if she was some sort of . . . well, she could be a mass murderer, a con artist, a hooker, a secret agent . . . the list could go on and on. Yet, here he was,...
This is the first story I've written for an audience, not counting the threads I wrote for Chyoo. Anyway, this is the first chapter of the Silver Arrows and there is very little sex going on in this one, so it's pretty damn plot-heavy. So if you're reading it for sex, you should look for another story. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. And please leave...
By the end of May, the streets of Damascus were sizzling hot. Unusual weather patterns forced a heat wave into the country and sent everybody sweating. Like in the really hot summer months, life was only bearable in a room with a well-functioning air condition. This was reason enough for me to plan for a short escape to some – at least slightly – cooler te...
"Laclede's Landing?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Remember when we used to come here..." Camille stopped, not wanting to dredge up those memories of happier times. "Yeah, I remember," he smiled, a wistful light dancing in his eyes. "I loved to dance with you." She felt the heated blush that suffused her skin at the way his arms used to hol...
Gina's log. X has been continuing to grow and develop during this trip. He's been acting a lot more romantic than when we first met and is regularly expressing emotions. He still tends to be the strong, silent type most of the time, but ever since hooking him up to the computer on the wreck of the Mort, he's been very talkative. When I first met him, he woul...
Ami was nervous, tomorrow would be her first day at University. That meant making new friends and learning a completely new social structure, and she had not been the most popular girl at her old school. The smartest, yes; the one the teachers cooed over at exam time, yes; but never one of the popular ones. It was not that she was ugly, or had an off-putting...
"O my Soul, there is a link between your hear and mine. And my heart is looking for that path. My heart is clear and pure like water and pure water is a perfect mirror for moonlight." --Mevlana Jalalu'din Rumi, Veiled Please… Let me die… The hot desert sun was starting to set, and the cold was creeping in. The last of Saira's strength gav...